Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 23,484 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2801. Immortal Suffering 8/25/2011
2802. Marching Beyond 8/25/2011
2803. Ceaseless Brain 8/25/2011
2804. Depressed 8/28/2011
2805. We Negotiate 8/29/2011
2806. Leader Of Revolt 8/29/2011
2807. This Mountain To Climb 8/30/2011
2808. Smell The Fragrance 8/30/2011
2809. My Confusing Name 9/20/2011
2810. One Enjoys 9/22/2011
2811. Of Disease 9/22/2011
2812. Loads 9/23/2011
2813. God Loves 9/23/2011
2814. Peace Now 9/23/2011
2815. He Satisfies Me 9/23/2011
2816. My Soul Weeps 9/23/2011
2817. In Duty 9/24/2011
2818. The Old And Young 9/24/2011
2819. Fugitives 9/29/2011
2820. Fresh Mornings 9/30/2011
2821. Transaction 10/1/2011
2822. His Way 10/1/2011
2823. Despise The Mines 10/2/2011
2824. One’s Crime 10/2/2011
2825. Cowardly Ways 10/3/2011
2826. Nothing Cries 10/3/2011
2827. Come To Laws! 10/3/2011
2828. Add Or Not 10/2/2006
2829. Adventure In The City 6/24/2006
2830. Agreement 7/20/2006
2831. Best Men 6/24/2006
2832. Blue People 6/24/2006
2833. Both Brothers 8/28/2006
2834. Isolate 8/12/2006
2835. Justice Itself 7/26/2006
2836. Kept One 6/24/2006
2837. Lorbardo 6/10/2007
2838. Neither Do I Love 2/4/2007
2839. Pencils And Pens 6/24/2006
2840. Position Of Yours 9/30/2006

Comments about Naveed Akram

  • Kaitlyn McKenna (1/16/2008 7:00:00 PM)

    Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.

    Way to go Naveed!

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Best Poem of Naveed Akram

For Every Storm

For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.

The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.

The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.

Read the full of For Every Storm

Four Seasons

Some of us will hurt of the inferior people,
Any of the people whose violence is solid,
And very many years are forgotten of summer,
And so much has everything in spring,
And so many have a generation in winter,
Because the Autumn is superior.

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